Yanks & Rebs

dogfighting planes over west germany
the red baron'll say that
you ain't his enemy somebody's
hit they pulled the 'chute
and the jumped ship a prisoner
of war now counting bricks
i'm proud to be [x3]
an american one two three four [x2]
yanks & confederates
fed up with this marched to the
trenches in the woods of
gettysburg the canister and shells
they fell like rain marched onward
to cold harbor seven thousand fell
in half an hour the
one's that made it home
never seemed the sand